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Son Of A Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) Lyrics

Artist: Janet Jackson
Album: All For You

[Janet]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youâ‚¬â„¢d get the money, too
Greedy, greedy, greedy
Try to have the cake and eat it, too.

[Missy Elliott]
Missy! Ha, ha! Remix!
Yo, check this out you greedy motha f******
I changed all my credit cards,
And switched all the locks to all my doors
You thought my heart would be destroyed
Look around cuz Iâ‚¬â„¢m chillinâ‚¬â„¢ boy
Whatcha goinâ‚¬â„¢ get your lawyer for?
I makes my dough and just for sure you know
Your lawyers should have let you know, you know,
When you sue me you gonna be broke, you know,
Ainâ‚¬â„¢t no way you gonna bring me down easy
Any chick that you stick is real sleazy
Before I need you, I bet you gonna need me
You ainâ‚¬â„¢t want me, anyway you wanted to be me.
What made you think I wanted to keep you around
While I work my a** off while you just lounge around, huh?
You slump, bum, son of a gun,
And uh, How much you worth? I think negative, done

[Janet]
Sharp shooter into breakinâ‚¬â„¢ hearts
A baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollerinâ‚¬â„¢ at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk
Know why youâ‚¬â„¢re feelinâ‚¬â„¢ on that girlâ‚¬â„¢s behind,
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workinâ‚¬â„¢ your work until you find
Whoâ‚¬â„¢s goinâ‚¬â„¢ home with you tonight.

[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Whoâ‚¬â„¢s your next victim? (Thatâ‚¬â„¢s right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (Thatâ‚¬â„¢s what Iâ‚¬â„¢m talkinâ‚¬â„¢ about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers,
you donâ‚¬â„¢t really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) Itâ‚¬â„¢s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down,
gun slugger shoot â‚¬Ëœem up

[Janet & Carly Simon]
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
Donâ‚¬â„¢t you, donâ‚¬â„¢t you, donâ‚¬â„¢t you.

[Missy]
Iâ‚¬â„¢m doinâ‚¬â„¢ better without you, and Iâ‚¬â„¢m happy without you.

[Janet]
Sweatinâ‚¬â„¢ me but Iâ‚¬â„¢m not youâ‚¬â„¢re type,
You think you irk me, and youâ‚¬â„¢re so right,
Iâ‚¬â„¢d rather keep the trash and throw you out,
Stupid b**** in my beach house
No, I ainâ‚¬â„¢t gonna go and act a fool,
And be the lead story, on the n**** news
Not me, sucker, Iâ‚¬â„¢d never be your lover,
Iâ‚¬â„¢d rather make you suffer, you stupid motha f*****

[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Whoâ‚¬â„¢s your next victim? (Thatâ‚¬â„¢s right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (Thatâ‚¬â„¢s what Iâ‚¬â„¢m talkinâ‚¬â„¢ about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers,
you donâ‚¬â„¢t really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) Itâ‚¬â„¢s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down,
gun slugger shoot â‚¬Ëœem up

[Missy]
You must have thought you had game, now you, what?
Walkinâ‚¬â„¢ â‚¬Ëœround, like youâ‚¬â„¢re down, you donâ‚¬â„¢t give aâ‚¬
But you donâ‚¬â„¢t really wanna be forgot into the streets,
Iâ‚¬â„¢m a lover, not a fighter, but I crack your teeth
Boy I plead please, no, donâ‚¬â„¢t bother me.
Cuz when you had me you ainâ‚¬â„¢t know how to chill witâ‚¬â„¢ me
You wanna be in the streets with the freak-nies
But now you all up on them knees, still jogginâ‚¬â„¢ me.
But Iâ‚¬â„¢m gonna say it real, real, keep it real,
What the deal? How you feel? Is it real? Is you sick?
Cuz Iâ‚¬â„¢m the deal, still here, what the feelinâ‚¬â„¢
Is real, donâ‚¬â„¢t front, cuz boy Iâ‚¬â„¢m theâ‚¬
Iâ‚¬â„¢m doinâ‚¬â„¢ better without you, playa, and Iâ‚¬â„¢m happy without you, playa,
This song is about you, playa
Motha f***** son of a gun, Janet!

[Janet]
Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off,
Show me what youâ‚¬â„¢re gonna do, I ainâ‚¬â„¢t â‚¬Ëœbout to run,
You have just run out of ammunition,
Shootinâ‚¬â„¢ blanks now, you son of a gun.

[Missy]
Missy, Janet, Carly

[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Whoâ‚¬â„¢s your next victim? (Thatâ‚¬â„¢s right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (Thatâ‚¬â„¢s what Iâ‚¬â„¢m talkinâ‚¬â„¢ about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers,
you donâ‚¬â„¢t really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) Itâ‚¬â„¢s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down,
gun slugger shoot â‚¬Ëœem up

[Carly (over Janet and Missy)]
No, no, no, no, no, itâ‚¬â„¢s not what you say, itâ‚¬â„¢s what you do
Youâ‚¬â„¢re so vain,
You probably think this song is about you,
Donâ‚¬â„¢t you, donâ‚¬â„¢t you, donâ‚¬â„¢t you, donâ‚¬â„¢t you.

[Janet & Carly]
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
Donâ‚¬â„¢t you, donâ‚¬â„¢t you, donâ‚¬â„¢t you.

[Janet]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youâ‚¬â„¢d get the money, too
Greedy, greedy, greedy
Try to have the cake and eat it, too.

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